"Maybe he didn't see us…" Tony muttered as he steered Ziva away from the secretary's desk and quickly through the exit to the hotel.

"Didn't see us? Didn't see us? Tony! He saw us!" He, however, didn't stop, and he continued to pull her through the crowd of people who were shoving each other as they hurried down the sidewalk, "If we run away now, he will follow us, and he will find us, and he will shoot you! Tony! Stop it!" She yelled the last two words so loud that a couple of people stopped and stared at the two of them.

"Stop making a scene, come on, cross the street. McGee's waiting for us."

"No! Tony, I want this to end. I want this to be over with. I am trained to deal with Hamas, I am trained to deal with Michael. Please, let me."

"I can't let you do that Ziva. You're under my custody, and because you're under my custody, you're also under my rules. And Tony's rule number one is…NO!"

She scoffed, "That is completely ridiculous and immature. Let go of me, Tony. I am not a little girl!" She pulled on his hand, forcing him to stop as they stumbled into a small part under an awning that was less crowded, "Let. Go. Of. Me." She growled, "Before I decide to kill you instead."

"Ziva, I can't let you do this. At least let me call Gibbs."

"If you loved me, you would know what is best for me…"

"This is what's best for you! What's best for you is that you stay here with me….in my protective custody!"

"Fine. If you did love me like you say that you do, you would know that I could handle this."

"I know that you can handle this Ziva! I just don't think that I can handle this!"

"You? You do not have to do anything but just wait for me to come out before calling Gibbs!"

"I don't think I can emotionally take it, Ziva." He sighed, taking her hand in his, "I just can't."

"Are you admitting that you actually have other feelings?"

"I admitted that before. Now let me call Gibbs, we can-"

"Too late." Ziva said, grabbing Tony's arm and pulling him through the crowd, "He's coming. He has a gun. Call Gibbs right now."

"DiNozzo…I'm calling Gibbs right now. He's on his way. He also told me to tell you to keep an eye on Rivkin, don't let him out of your sight. And when the hell did you and Ziva hook up?" McGee asked into his ear, and Tony had almost forgotten that he was there. DiNozzo, however, ignored McGee's constant pestering at him about Ziva.

Tony tried to turn his head to take a peek at the man, but Ziva kept pulling him back, "How do you know he has a gun?"

"In Mossad training, those that were not able to identify a man with a gun usually did not live long." Ziva said, pulling Tony into a small boutique. They knew what to do, and they immediately went to work. Tony pulled a hat off of the rack as he walked in and shoved it on his head as Ziva reached for a scarf, wrapping it around her. She then shrugged a jacket on as Tony slipped a t-shirt over his head. Tony only then realized that Ziva was on the other side of the store as him just as Michael was walking in. His heart skipped a beat as he stared longingly at his lover, in which whom was edging her way slyly towards him. The minute that Michael saw the look in Ziva's eyes was the minute that he knew that Rivkin knew who they were; his eyes had shot up like the forth of July. Tony watched them closely. He moved towards them, Ziva's eyes speaking to him. She was afraid.

"My Ziva?" Rivkin asked, and she involuntarily turned to look at him. His face turned into a bigger smile. That was when he made a move at her; he reached for his gun.

"Freeze!" Tony said, drawing his SIG and pointing it at him, "Federal Agent! Put your hands in the air, you're under arrest!" Ziva copied his motion, the scarf that was around her head slipping off in the process.

"Ziva, love, you can not possible arrest me, yes?" Michael asked as he turned and pointed the gun at Tony, "If you arrest me, I will have to shoot the man that took you away from me, yes? Anthony DiNozzo, is it not?"

"I said drop your weapon! NCIS!" Tony yelled, and Ziva scooted towards him, her gun still drawn at the ready, "Drop your weapon!" Tony shouted, and then suddenly, Tony heard a gun shoot just as his feet were knocked out from under him. He hit the floor with a large boom, a couple of people screamed, and the pitter patter of people's feet were heard in his ears as well as some crude Hebrew words, which Tony thought meant…well not nice things. He groaned and blinked his eyes open as he sat up and looked around, noticing that Ziva and Michael were not in the store anymore. He swore under his breath and then grabbed his gun as he stumbled out of the store. He pushed past the swarming people that were trying desperately to move out of the way, "McGee! Where the hell is Gibbs? Rivkin took off, Ziva chased after him after knocking me down. Trace her cell, I need to know where she is."

"On it," McGee responded, and Tony could hear the typing of the keyboard in his ear.

"Hurry it up McSlow, I don't have much time!" Tony yelled as he shoved past two lawyers, who muttered incoherent yet rude things at him.

"Sorry….she's…right. There, Tony. Right there where you're standing. You're right on top of each other! You don't see her?"

"No!" Tony yelled as he stopped and turned around, trying to pick out Ziva and Rivkin in the crowd of frightened people. He heard a grunt and then a mutter of Hebrew as he turned around and started towards the alley, his gun at the ready. The first thing Tony noticed was the fact that Ziva looked completely helpless, shoved up against the wall, her feet dangling, a gun at her head, Rivkin's hand shoving against her bad shoulder as his elbow shoved up against her other shoulder, keeping her there. She made a face in obvious pain as he shoved her bad shoulder into the grainy wall. Her white shirt was getting completely dirty, the dirt stains visible. Tony couldn't understand why she didn't do anything. Then, when he looked down at the ground, he noticed something…her gun. He picked it up and then pointed his gun at Rivkin as Ziva turned her head, catching his eye.

"Tony!" She yelled in an almost frightened tone of voice. Michael turned his head and glared at the senior field agent, "Shoot him, Tony." She yelled, "Shoot him!" Tony closed his eyes and then opened them, hoping that it would all just be a bad dream.

"Drop your weapon, or I will shoot my love!"

"You would never shoot Ziva," Tony said, "You love her too much. That's why you stalked her until you figured out that she loved someone else. Then you wanted to kill her."

"She was mine from the beginning! I sent her those letters to prove to her how much I loved her! But when I found out that she was seeing you…you Catholic American…I couldn't help but take action! She was mine from the beginning! She was in love with me!" Michael protested.

"No, she wasn't." Tony shook his head, "Drop the weapon." Michael smirked and then let go of Ziva, turning on the senior field agent, promptly punching him in the nose. Tony stumbled back as Ziva's back scraped against the concrete wall before she slumped onto the ground. Tony, clutching his nose, took a snap at Michael, who dropped the gun onto the ground and put up both of his fists, in defense as Tony punched him across the face. Rivkin stumbled into the garbage bin, that rumbled loudly across the poorly paved street, and then pulled out a knife from his pocket and started towards Tony. Ziva noticed her ex-fiance's actions and crawled on the ground towards the gun that Michael had dropped. She grabbed it and just as Tony moved, but Michael managed to stab his knife into Tony's shoulder just as a gun shot was heard, followed by another and another. Tony clutched his shoulder and pulled out the knife as he saw Michael's blood drain out of his body as his body hit the cold pavement. Tony turned and stared at his partner in disbelief as she managed to sit up, placing a hand on her head as she smiled a closed smile up at Tony. He bent down next to her and placed a hand on her cheek, staring into her eyes, "You okay?"

"Yes, Tony…" She breathed, "I am fine. We need to get you to the hospital. The threat is over. Michael's dead."

"Ziva…" Tony started, "You just shot your fian-"

"Ex-fiance, Tony, and I never loved him anyways."

"DiNozzo! Ziva!" The two looked up to see their boss running towards them, followed by McGee. Gibbs dropped down to his knees and examined his two agents as McGee stopped short, staring at the body of Michael Rivkin, "You two okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine boss." Tony said, clutching his shoulder with his hand, wincing a little as he felt slim fingers wrap around his other hand.

Gibbs just stared at them, "McGee! Take DiNozzo and David to Bethesda, I'll call Ducky, get him to take the body back to autopsy."

"On it, boss." McGee said, "The car's out front." Tony nodded his head as he pulled Ziva up, who slumped against him. She was obviously traumatized from the whole thing, even if she didn't want to admit it to him. He rubbed her back soothingly as he helped her into the Charger, kissing her on the head.

"It's okay, Ziva, it's okay. I love you, it will be all right." She nodded her head before speaking in a whisper.

"Ani ohev otach," She muttered, and Tony had to make sure that he looked that up when he got back to headquarters.

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